I was anxious to make a good impression on my future mother-in-law when I visited her in Brooklyn in 1966 and she was doing the same. Nannie used her best china for breakfast. I promptly, but in a very genteel manner, poured my coffee into my 2-handled cereal bowl. I realized in horror when I saw the second handle that it was a fancy bowl and not a cup. I "sipped" (as fast as one can sip hot coffee) to empty that bowl and dump some Corn Flakes in it.